When my daughter began preschool, she objected strenuously when I tried to say good-bye with a hug and a kiss and a definitive “I’ll be back to pick you up in a few hours.” She had been attached to me at the hip for most of her early life, and she was not about to let me go easily. Even though I thought it was time for us to spend at least a few hours apart while she played with peers and I got a cup of coffee and took a shower, she had other ideas. When I tried to leave her, she cried and clung to me and I just didn't have it in me to do what other mothers suggested, which was to let her cry, have the teacher pry her off me, and allow her to be comforted. I envisioned my daughter sobbing through the day, inconsolable and alone. Already the coffee was bitter.
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